A: One beautiful Sabbath morning my dad and I were on o our way to a church where he was to speak. My eleven-year-old mind was full of its usual questions, and my father was doing his best to answer them.
Suddenly, without warning, a barn swallow flew into the path of the car. There was nothing we could do. The little bird hit the front bumper with a soft thud.
Quickly stopping the car on the side of the country road, we jumped out to see if maybe—just maybe—we’d only stunned the bird. But the little swallow was dead, feathers bent and broken. Overhead, her mate circled, waiting for his partner to fly up to meet him. He was still circling when we drove away.
«Why is there sin?» I asked my dad through angry tears.
He thought for a long moment, then said, «I don’t know. No one knows. But one thing is for certain—Jesus is going to put an end to it when He returns the second time.»
Some questions have no answers—for now. But someday we’ll understand. Someday we’ll look into the eyes of the God who has watched a million birds die, who has heard the cry of generations of people, and who hid His face in agonizing sorrow while His only Son hung on a cruel cross.
» ‘God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God’ » (2 Corinthians 5:21), Dad quoted. «When we get to heaven, let’s ask Jesus your question.